May: Graduated medical school
June started residency
July-Now: COVID COVID COVID.
August: lost my first patient
November: delivered my first baby <3
What a whirlwind it has been. Many highs. Many lows. Not much in between.
As the months went on, the days only got longer. As the number of deaths approached 200k, there was a stillness in the air. As death surrounds us, so does the meaning of life, love, and happiness. The rawness of death became so real when I lost my first patient in the hospital.
I used to think the phrase " live every moment like it's your last" was a little cliché'. But now I'm starting to fully grasp its importance and value. The truth is, tomorrow really isn't guaranteed. All of a sudden, all the little things that may irritate you throughout the day, are of little importance compared to the weight of this pandemic. The thousands of people who have lost their lives this year.
2020 is a year we will never forget. I am grateful to have earned my medical degree this year. I am grateful to have cared for COVID patients. I'm grateful for the opportunity to serve and the life I've been given, because when I look back at the highs and lows, the dark places and the moments full of sunshine, it truly is all so beautiful.